hand in hand
we ran behind
cars filled
with
all
our
friends

and

arrived
at a flat
filled with all
of nothing in it.

dust we'll go
maybe days
sooner than the others
but tracks betray
our ago birth

bitter we are,
bitter as dust.
and nothing
can grow here
either.

only water
is our tears
we chased
we followed
to
our
des___ation